I knew there was something behind what Dahlia was saying, but that was when Phoebe started crying in the other room. "I'll go get her," I said to my wife, standing up and kissing her forehead. I walked into our daughter's room and lifted her out of her crib. "Shh," I said gently as I cradled my daughter close to me. I felt tears come to my eyes as my fear started to well inside. I had to push it down.

I heard Graham with our daughter and he was so good with her. I took a deep breath and wiped away a few tears that escaped. Could I handle going through this? Phoebe deserved us to stay together... but i was not sure if I could deal with the cancer. I had never thought that it was going to come back. Yet here we were. I stood up and started to make some tea. That would help, right?